Tuesday, 27 November 2012

The one time...

I have spent my whole life being one of those really irritating people that always wants to be right. I've gotten less annoying as I've gotten older, occasionally keeping my desire to be right locked up inside, but its still there, even when I hide it and attempt to "let things go", I still want to be right.

Except this time. This time I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to be so very wrong. I wanted to state my case and have it proven totally and completely wrong. But the one time I want to be wrong, it looks like I'm going to end up being right. I would swap all of the right in the world to be wrong this one time.

But it seems I'm out of luck. So I'll lay here, trying to keep my heart from becoming irreparabley broken (too late), collecting an ocean's worth of tears on my pillow, wishing to undo everything that's been done, wishing to go back to the start and begin again.